Alyna meets Samuel.
It was sunny on that mid September day. The day of the wedding between Natalya M. and John A.. Though the two of them had been a couple for nearly 4 years, the wedding had come a bit as a surprise to most.
Natalya was a 21 year young woman of mixed Italian-Ukrainian descent. She paired a petite figure (5'1'', 101 lbs, dress 8, 34B, shoe 6 US /153cm, 46kg, dress 38, 75B, shoe 36) with a very fair complexion, straight blonde hair, and a pair of dazzling clear blue eyes, in which men were prone to drown in. She had graduated with top marks in her year at high school, and was currently enrolled at a well known School for the Performing Arts. She had started ballet when she was only 5, and loved dancing and had dedicated most of her free time to it. Some say that she had passed the selection to enter one of the top Dance Companies of the Nation. Though if this was true, she decided to forfeit that opportunity to marry John.
John aged 36 was older than Natalya, and came from Ghana. He was quite tall (6'1''/185cm) with a well trained body, he liked keeping in shape. By some views he could be considered a handsome man. With a clean-shaven look, short hair, penetrating dark eyes, large and strong hands, firm buttocks, and defined but not exaggerated muscles.
He had a ME in Civil Engineering, and had received a job offer to work on projects and live in the U.A.E. As he cared very much for Natalya he had popped the question, knowing that the company that wanted to hire him, would allow him to bring along his wife to the Middle-Eastern Country, but not a live-in Girlfriend.
The Wedding had come as a surprise to many who were close to Naty as she had renounced to what had been her dream during the years growing up, of becoming a professional ballerina, in order to follow the man she loved around half the globe. She was not pregnant at the time of the proposal or the wedding, as she had continued to stay on the pill.
Naty was feeling like as if butterflies were flying around everywhere inside her, as she was hurrying to prepare herself and get dressed for this very special day., just as the rest of her family was bustling around the house getting prepared. But this story is not about Natalya. It is about another young, 18 year old girl, who at the same time was getting dressed in the room next to where Natalya was.
Alyna (Ah-Lee-Na) was the 1st of Natalya's two younger sisters. With an equally petite figure like her older sister (5'0'', 97lbs, dress size 6-8, 32C, shoe size 6 US / 152cm, 44kg, dress 36-38, 70C, shoe 36) her very pale complexion was even more exalted by her silky dark hair, and her beautiful hazel eyes. Where her other two sisters had taken much the looks of their Ukrainian mother, she has combined them with some aspects from their Italian father. She too had been doing ballet since she was 5 years old, though she would first have to finish high school before attempting to become a professional ballerina.
She looked at herself in the mirror, as she was getting into an azure dress, though she liked the look of it, having to wear a petticoat all day was not her idea of fun. What really was getting on her nerves though, was that she would also have to wear high heels for hours and hours. She of course had learned to wear them and move quite well and not look awkward, but she still found them uncomfortable for long periods and much preferred wearing flats. As she took another look at herself she found herself smiling and thought that the dress did make her look almost beautiful.
Strangely, though many guys found her attractive, and quite cute with her shy mannerisms, she thought of herself as plainly average at best. Of course her boyfriend Marco kept telling her that she was the most beautiful girl ever, and that she was his "Stellina" (Lil' Star) . But she considered him a bit biased, being that they were a couple, and they loved each other.
Thinking of Marco the smile on her face vanished. He was 4 years her senior, and had enlisted in the Coast Guard. Though he did get a lucky break, being a driver of land vehicles and not on some patrol vessel, he was stationed at about 3 ½ hours on the highway from their hometown. He did get home almost on every week-end, to spend time with his Stellina. He had known her for most of her life, being that she was best friends and classmate of his sister, Chiara.
Though Aly had had a long running hidden crush on him, ever since she could remember, he had not considered her as a possible girlfriend until one New Years Eve, when a bit tipsy from some champagne and taken by the situation, they had shared their first kiss. It had taken him almost 3 months from then, before asking her to go out and for their relationship to start, but once it had, everything seemed to be like as if it had been intended to be.
That was, until he had Enlisted and was away during most of the week. Aly suffered terribly from these forced separations, not being able to see him after school or in the early evening. Only communicating with him via Instant Messaging and phone in the evening. But all the sadness left her on Friday afternoons, when she knew he would soon arrive with the high-speed train.
One thing nice about having this sort of "week-end relationship" was that they had hardly gotten into arguments or fights. Yesterday afternoon, unfortunately was not such a time. They had gotten into one of their worst arguments, as he had told her that he would have to leave around midway through the wedding reception to return to where he was stationed. She had gotten very upset at him, for she was looking forward to being together with him during the party, trying to get him to dance as much as possible with her and feeling him close. Learning that he would be leaving early in the evening, she had gotten very upset at him, and they had parted with her shouting her frustration at him.
She hated fighting with him, as she always felt bad about it, and thought that she was being quite selfish, after all he too suffered from their separations, didn't he? Also she considered arguing with him a waste of that precious little time that they did have together.
As a certain melancholy started to descent over her, and she told herself in her head:
"Get a grip on yourself Aly, this is your sisters special day, don't ruin it by being sad or upset all day!".
As she continued dwelling on things, and getting into her pumps, a short knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts. A few seconds after the knock a 5'9'' young man entered the room, one hand covering his brown eyes. His slender physique formed by years and years of swimming, was dressed in a dark blue custom-tailored suit.
As Marco spoke to her she immediately turned happy again, by his mere presence and the sound of his voice.